Sunday, December 13, 2015

Happy
Sunday! My snog (or actually snogs, as there are several kisses in
this excerpt) comes from my M/M paranormal erotic romance Necessary
Madness. While it’s not exactly a holiday story, it
does end with a wedding on a snowy Christmas Eve. And today, I’m
sharing the proposal scene!

After
savoring my snog, head back to Victoria’s, where you’ll find lots
more delicious kisses—many,
I expect, with a holiday flavor!

Kyle
lay motionless in Rob’s arms for many minutes. Rob wondered if he
should be alarmed. He scanned Kyle’s emotional state. No, there was
no problem. Kyle was floating in an ocean of satisfied bliss. Let him
rest. There was no hurry.

Finally,
the young man raised his head and smiled into Rob’s eyes. “Wow!
That was—well, indescribable. Indescribably good.”

Rob
took possession of Kyle’s ever-tempting lips. A few drops of Rob’s
cum adorned Kyle’s cheek. Rob licked them off, then plunged in for
an even more intense kiss.

“Did
I do all right?” Kyle asked when Rob finally let him speak. “Did
you—was it good for you?”

“Do
you really need to ask that, baby?” Rob rubbed the traces of his
cum into Kyle’s chest. His cock stiffened.

Kyle
put on a mischievous grin. “No, I guess not.” He reached between
them to grasp Rob’s swelling dick. “I can see that just thinking
about it turns you on.” He nibbled at Rob’s mouth while stroking
him to full hardness. “Now do you think you might be able to return
the favour? I’m all greased and ready…”

“Wait
a minute! Let me recover.” Rob sat up and leant against the
headboard.

Kyle
sat up straight and folded his hands in his lap, covering his
half-hard dick. “My apologies,” he said, suppressing a giggle.
“What did you want to talk about?”

Rob
swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. “Kyle, we’re in
Massachusetts…” Kyle looked puzzled by this obvious statement.
Rob forced himself to continue. “That means… Well, what I want to
say is…I want to marry you.”

“Marry
me? Are you kidding?” There was scorn in Kyle’s voice, but Rob
thought he caught a glimmer of excitement underneath the scepticism.
“We’ve only known each other two weeks!”

“After
what we’ve been through together—it feels like forever. Doesn’t
it?”

Kyle
gave a slow nod. “Yes, but that’s only one problem. You’re
thirteen years older than me, Rob. Almost old enough to be my
father.”

“That
doesn’t matter to me. As we get older, the difference will seem
less and less. Anyway, guys marry much younger women all the time.”

“And
what about your job? I got the impression that the force had a kind
of ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ policy.”

“Fuck
the force. If they can’t accept me as I am, I’ll go elsewhere.
The thing that matters most to me is being with you.”

“And
your kids? Your ex?”

“They’ll
adapt. Gina threw me out because I was sleeping around. I think
she’ll understand when she meets you…”

“Yeah?
Are you sure? A twenty-year old from the streets, without even a high
school diploma? With a history of psychiatric problems?”

“That’s
over now. You’re in control. You can get your GED. Get a job or go
to college. You’ve got a future now, Kyle. A future that I hope
will be with me.” Rob searched Kyle’s face, suddenly anxious.
“Why do you keep coming up with all these excuses? You don’t want
marry me?”

Kyle’s
face turned grim. “Rob, all I want is to be with you. For the rest
of my life. But I don’t want to see you making a decision that
you’ll regret later. I couldn’t stand to see you unhappy,
especially because of me. I’d rather continue on alone.”

“I
won’t regret it. I’m sure about this, one hundred percent.” Rob
gathered Kyle into his arms and peppered his face with kisses.
“You’re what makes me happy. As long as we’re together, I can
handle whatever the world throws at us.” He pulled back, holding
the boy at arm’s length. “Tell me. Will you marry me? Yes or no?”